Y'know that shade over half the population who make about ten percent of Big Two comics, probably about half of the rest, and whose work gets about five percent of the attention? Yeah, those folks: women?

You remember women, right - the ones who don't get to say "I done made a comic" without some internet dickdribble making death threats.

In the spirit of celebrating great work (and of not being that guy), this week we're spotlighting a bunch of comics with female creators.

Why not by men? Because we're PC-brigade, anti-man, white genocide committing, safe-space loving, freedom-hating liberal fascists, of course! Also because fuck you and your barely-veiled misogyny.

Now shut up and read these lovely comics.

(We're sorry about the faint background church bells in this episode. If you like, you can think of it as an elaborate performance metaphor about patriarchal religion ruining everything? But mainly, the church down the road would not shut up for about an hour.)

This week, Dave was off in the America doing a business travel, or gentrifying Portland or something. We're not quite sure. Apparently there were food trucks. This left Lucy and Roger to go feral in the best way they know: by eating an enormous fancy cheeseboard and talking about queer comics.

We delve into the origins of lesbian & gay cartooning, eat a "cute brie", pontificate on structural inequalities, and feed Rogger his first Cheesestring.

Spies are everywhere. Probably. They're hard to see and we're paranoid. It's the booze.

There are plenty of fantastic spy comics, running from crazy hi-octane in the campiest, most sci-fi Bond mould to quiet, tense and introspective thrillers. This week we go over some of our favourites and talk some right old nonsense.